tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099905189954887632019-08-03T10:10:32.082+02:00&gt;IMÁGENES, ESCRITURAS, MÚSICAS Y OTROS SENTIDOS OCULTOS.Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-74130718291206097062010-03-13T08:40:00.001+01:002010-03-13T08:42:12.590+01:00<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/S5Tm_aaUnhI/AAAAAAAAJM4/z8g7EEb31g4/s1600-h/x%20furia%205b%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline" title="x furia 5b" alt="x furia 5b" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/S5TnAC3vUzI/AAAAAAAAJNA/x5N0UJnu4Bg/x%20furia%205b_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="557" height="443" /></a> </p> <p><strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0796662/" target="_blank">Sylvia Sidney</a></em></strong> &gt; <em>Katherine Grant </em> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0027652/" target="_blank">Fury</a></em></strong> <em>(1936)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000485/" target="_blank">Fritz Lang</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><span><span><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div>el animal </span></span><div><span><span> que llama </span></span></div><div><span><span> y estuvo </span></span></div><div><span><span> y dejó </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span> la hoguera </span></span></div><div><span><span> y la furia </span></span></div><div><span><span> esperando </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span> la reclusión </span></span></div><div><span><span> convertida </span></span></div><div><span><span> en vínculo </span></span></div><div><span><span> y desenlace </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span> aquel </span></span></div><div><span><span> que deambuló </span></span></div><div><span><span> desde aquí </span></span></div><div><span><span> hasta el resto </span></span></div><div><span><span> del mundo</span></span><p> </p> <p> </p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 71) </em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><b><i><br /></i></b></p> </div>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-42491629476680199322010-02-27T09:23:00.001+01:002010-02-27T09:24:50.577+01:00<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Syk2xyq7nKI/AAAAAAAAJB4/7lGIuSJQnLk/s1600-h/x%20shinjuku%20oshima%201b%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x shinjuku oshima 1b" alt="x shinjuku oshima 1b" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Syk2ySxoWvI/AAAAAAAAJB8/ONe9bxfxXQY/x%20shinjuku%20oshima%201b_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="421" width="557" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063598/" target="_blank">Shinjuku dorobo nikki</a></em></strong> <em>(1968)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0651915/" target="_blank">Nagisa Ôshima</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>todos<br />los semblantes<br />preliminares<br /><br />todas<br />las cifras<br />después del cero<br /><br />impugnando<br />la devastación<br />de la nieve<br /><br />huellas<br />perennes<br />de un trayecto<br />súbito<br />inusitado<b> </b><br /><br />margen<b> </b><br />de senderos<br />prófugos <p></p> <p> </p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Residua – Poem 63)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></i></b></p> </div>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-32171949816733624072010-02-05T11:16:00.002+01:002010-02-05T11:19:14.030+01:00<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/S2gQCLpvsvI/AAAAAAAAJIc/JhPLdOxAR-k/s1600-h/x%20pillowbook%2015b%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline" title="x pillowbook 15b" alt="x pillowbook 15b" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/S2gQDYpsGbI/AAAAAAAAJIg/BgMIcZpM2NA/x%20pillowbook%2015b_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="557" height="415" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114134/" target="_blank">The Pillow Book</a></em></strong> <em>(1996)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000425/" target="_blank">Peter Greenaway</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><span><span><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div>escarba </span></span><div><span><span> el suelo </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span> se mostrará </span></span></div><div><span><span> el polvo </span></span></div><div><span><span> que mutiló </span></span></div><div><span><span> el agua </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span> y se mezcló </span></span></div><div><span><span> en tus labios </span></span></div><div><span><span> para forjar </span></span></div><div><span><span> la raíz </span></span></div><div>oculta </div><div><span><span> del prodigio </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span> brotará </span></span></div><div><span><span> la savia </span></span></div><div><span><span> y del desierto </span></span></div><div><span><span> su manantial </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span> y del presagio </span></span></div><div><span><span> la persecución </span></span></div><div><span><span> del verbo </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span> apenas proferido </span></span></div><div><span><span> en un temblor </span></span></div><div><span><span> de bronce </span></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span> en fuego </span></span></div><div><span><span> de aurora </span></span></div><div><span><span> que se deshoja</span></span><p> </p> <p> </p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Residua – Poem 64) </em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><b><i><br /></i></b></p> </div>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.com161tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-7206083342593249092010-01-22T11:29:00.001+01:002010-01-22T11:31:07.454+01:00<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/S04gh7-EaPI/AAAAAAAAJFE/lC_QaKKbON4/s1600-h/x%20to%20be%20or%201k%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline" title="x to be or 1k" alt="x to be or 1k" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/S04gikJGB8I/AAAAAAAAJFI/jcqDOX_f3t4/x%20to%20be%20or%201k_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="557" height="418" /></a> </p> <p><strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001479/" target="_blank">Carole Lombard</a></em></strong> &gt; <em>Maria Tura </em> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0035446/" target="_blank">To Be or Not to Be</a></em></strong> <em>(1942)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0523932/" target="_blank">Ernst Lubitsch</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><span><span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>lenguas </span></span><div><span><span> muertas </span></span></div><div><span><span> mesiánicas </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span><span> tallos </span></span></div><div><span><span> proscritos </span></span></div><div><span><span> en las bocas </span></span></div><div><span><span> desde los cráneos </span></span></div><div><span><span> entre ramas </span></span></div><div><span><span> desposeídas </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span><span> cipreses </span></span></div><div><span><span> inertes </span></span></div><div><span><span>piezas </span></span></div><div><span><span> de un diluvio </span></span></div><div><span><span> labrado </span></span></div><div><span><span> en pócimas </span></span></div><div><span><span>y lluvia </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span><span> vasta lentitud </span></span></div><div><span><span> de los milagros </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span><span> preguntas </span></span></div><div><span><span> como coincidencias </span></span></div><div><span><span> que retornan </span></span></div><div><span><span> bajo tálamos </span></span></div><div><span><span> de escombro </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span><span> progresivos </span></span></div><div><span><span> ilusorios </span></span></div><div><span><span> días </span></span></div><div><span><span> de procesiones</span></span><p> </p> <p> </p> <p><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 63) </em></strong></p><p><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p><b><i><br /></i></b></p> </div>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.com118tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-38731014782616599362010-01-08T15:35:00.002+01:002010-01-08T15:39:08.528+01:00<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SzkMzbEGZqI/AAAAAAAAJEc/t-TMYTcxjqY/s1600-h/x%20metropolis%206b%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x metropolis 6b" alt="x metropolis 6b" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SzkM2JYxqQI/AAAAAAAAJEg/P4o51kW8l_0/x%20metropolis%206b_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="419" width="557" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0017136/" target="_blank">Metropolis</a></em></strong> <em>(1927)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000485/" target="_blank">Fritz Lang</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>extrajo<br />de su torso<br />la adoración<br />durmiente<br /><br />y bajo aureolas<br />descubiertas<br />de piel<br />que gemía<br /><br />tendió<br />la brisa<br />encinta<br />de naufragio<br />alrededor<br />del silencio<br />níveo<br /><br />tan largo<br />interrogante<br />envuelve<br />los bordes<br />mudos<br />del aliento<br /><br />mineral<br />extinta<br />desembocadura<br />de sus brazos<br />tras el ángulo<br />subterráneo<br />de los lirios<br /><br />y en el espejo<br />golpeado<br />una intuición<br />vertida<br />desde terraplenes<br />de sombra <p></p> <p> </p> <p><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 62) </em></strong></p><p><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p><b><i><br /></i></b></p></div>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.com112tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-3014509732257565462009-12-12T09:45:00.003+01:002009-12-12T09:47:38.110+01:00<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Sxa4F1R1VvI/AAAAAAAAI_I/_Z2JvFxD1M8/s1600-h/x%20jeux%20interdits%202b%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x jeux interdits 2b" alt="x jeux interdits 2b" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Sxa4Gl9J_YI/AAAAAAAAI_M/PYZIOuyps5I/x%20jeux%20interdits%202b_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="419" width="557" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0043686/" target="_blank">Jeux interdits</a></em></strong> <em>(1952)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0167496/" target="_blank">René Clément</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />romper<br />o no romper<br />la noche<br />en un sumario<br />de intersecciones<br /><br />y decir:<br />no me voy<br />porque nunca he sido<br />porque nunca se está<br />absoluta o relativamente<br /><br />salvo<br />en el momentáneo<br />trazo de un verano<br /><br />palpar<br />o no palpar<br />la distancia<br />en el punto exacto<br />de la extrañeza<br /><br />y callar:<br />callar ante la piel próxima<br />ante la geometría ortodoxa<br />de los cuerpos que desdicen<br />de la luz que sustenta<br /><br />matriz<br />de húmedos<br />tulipanes <p></p> <p> </p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Residua – Poem 62)</em></strong></p><p><br /></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.com142tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-86681609461637796102009-11-28T08:54:00.003+01:002009-11-28T08:57:39.833+01:00<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SwrpVieXgDI/AAAAAAAAI-I/kGTAZopscvI/s1600-h/x%20dreigros%20pabst%2031%202%20nd%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x dreigros pabst 31 2 nd" alt="x dreigros pabst 31 2 nd" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SwrpWTcq9sI/AAAAAAAAI-M/5NS05JOEpyE/x%20dreigros%20pabst%2031%202%20nd_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="557" height="417" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0021818/" target="_blank">Die 3 Groschen-Oper</a></em></strong> <em>(1931)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0655065/" target="_blank">Georg Wilhelm Pabst</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">a Marcela Pernía </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>-In Memoriam-<br /></i><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><br />epifanía<br />de luna<br />menguante<br /><br />la vida<br />persistirá<br />diversa<br />y glacial<br /><br />pendiendo<br />del hilo<br />que penetra<br />las vertientes<br />prematuras<br />del aire<br /><br />en este doctrinario<br />de porcelanas<br /><br />en estas esferas<br />de agua<br /><br />y entre ropajes<br />caídos<br />de arboleda<br /><br />las hojas<br />aguardarán<br />pacientes<br /><br />hasta que desnuda<br />y definitiva<br /><br />se cubra<br />la tierra<br />de una inocencia<br />sin rostro <p></p> <p> </p> <p><b><i><br /></i></b></p><p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 56)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></i></b></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.com88tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-49349069603997357262009-11-21T09:02:00.001+01:002009-11-21T09:04:28.250+01:00<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SubXHXl76vI/AAAAAAAAI2Y/s814iap24Qc/s1600-h/x%20vientre%20arq%202c%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x vientre arq 2c" alt="x vientre arq 2c" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SubXIYvVReI/AAAAAAAAI2c/xB6ZPfeQ8k8/x%20vientre%20arq%202c_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="300" width="557" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092637/" target="_blank">The Belly of an Architect</a></em></strong> <em>(1987)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000425/" target="_blank">Peter Greenaway</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />la invención<br />de tu deidad<br /><br />silueta<br />que mitiga<br />la pericia<br />de la sombra<br /><br />artilugio<br />mecánico<br />de sueños<br />ignorados<br /><br />que bajo máscaras<br />precisan<br />de tu desnudez<br /><br />y de este modo<br />extirpan<br />la palabra<br /><br />unen<br />las fracciones<br />en la ceremonia<br />de los ídolos<br /><br />conciben<br />la utopía<br />sutil<br />de los pájaros <p></p> <p> </p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 47)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-44765123444381750532009-11-14T08:55:00.001+01:002009-11-14T08:57:21.240+01:00<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SvqhsA8msNI/AAAAAAAAI8U/wRj96cQWW7k/s1600-h/x%20pandora%20pabst%2029%206d%5B35%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x pandora pabst 29 6d" alt="x pandora pabst 29 6d" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Svqhs4qyR4I/AAAAAAAAI8Y/2oG8I9Sli-A/x%20pandora%20pabst%2029%206d_thumb%5B21%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="415" width="557" /></a> </p> <p><strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000315/" target="_blank">Louise Brooks</a></em></strong> &gt; <em>Lulu</em> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0018737/" target="_blank">Die Büchse der Pandora</a></em></strong> <em>(1929)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0655065/" target="_blank">Georg Wilhelm Pabst</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />hay<br />un agujero<br />en mitad<br />del seno<br />que respira<br /><br />y sólo<br />lo colma<br />el vacío<br /><br />hay<br />una montaña<br />en el vértice<br />lunar<br />de tus dedos<br /><br />y sólo<br />el ocaso<br />contempla<br />las nevadas<br />cumbres<br /><br />nada<br />se mueve<br />tras el escondido<br />afán<br /><br />nácar<br />profanado<br />que se acoge<br />en el destierro<br />de los tréboles <p></p> <p> </p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Residua – Poem 61)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-61443065614454015892009-11-07T09:07:00.005+01:002009-11-07T09:25:13.397+01:00<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SvUusqd4cTI/AAAAAAAAI6Y/CirI2X7Lsjs/s1600-h/x%20days%20of%20heaven%201bx%20low%20noise%203b%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x days of heaven 1bx low noise 3b" alt="x days of heaven 1bx low noise 3b" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SvUutD5pEqI/AAAAAAAAI6c/pVWrH5rfwcg/x%20days%20of%20heaven%201bx%20low%20noise%203b_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="306" width="557" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0077405/" target="_blank">Days of Heaven</a></em></strong> <em>(1978)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000517/" target="_blank">Terrence Malick</a></em></strong>. </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />más allá<br />de la cruz<br />y la espina<br /><br />en los cementerios<br />de las flores<br /><br />donde la carne<br />se tiende<br />en pómulos<br />y frondas<br /><br />más allá<br />de tu efigie<br /><br />cuando la tiniebla<br />es olvido<br /><br />y sucede<br />el desconcierto<br /><br />inmóvil<br />suspendida<br />textura<br />que transcurre<br />bajo el plumaje<br />de las multitudes <p></p> <p></p> <p><strong><em> <br /></em></strong></p> <p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 55)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-5624761226932935662009-10-31T09:00:00.004+01:002009-10-31T15:03:46.406+01:00<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SuxDf51XTWI/AAAAAAAAI3A/oC5RO7gvcJc/s1600-h/x%20mujer%20crucif%20mizoguchi%203b%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x mujer crucif mizoguchi 3b" alt="x mujer crucif mizoguchi 3b" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SuxDgrguXNI/AAAAAAAAI3E/Uz8ROOgbdH0/x%20mujer%20crucif%20mizoguchi%203b_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="418" width="557" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0047638/" target="_blank">Uwasa no onna</a></em></strong> <em>(1954)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0003226/" target="_blank">Kenji Mizoguchi</a></em></strong>. </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />embriaga <br />el salmo <br />del corazón <br />truncado <br /><br />cuando <br />la campana <br />diserta <br />transversal <br />y distante <br /><br />y las aristas <br />al fin <br />se observan <br />fundidas <br />en especular <br />regreso <p></p> <p></p> <p><strong><em> <br /></em></strong></p> <p><strong><em>(Residua – Poem 52)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-74014432713841394912009-10-24T09:09:00.004+02:002009-10-24T09:12:00.489+02:00<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SriqqawIgJI/AAAAAAAAIoc/ZdlyBhWCsmQ/s1600-h/x%20caligari%207b%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x caligari 7b" alt="x caligari 7b" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SriqrJxQ0DI/AAAAAAAAIog/H0oauSm9lVk/x%20caligari%207b_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="425" width="557" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0010323/" target="_blank">Das Cabinet des Dr. Caligari</a></em></strong> <em>(1920)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0927468/" target="_blank">Robert Wiene</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />entretanto<br />la catarsis<br />del cielo<br />se propaga<br />en el destello<br />de los metales<br /><br />y pétalos dúctiles<br />de emperatriz<br />coronan<br />transitorios<br />la oscuridad<br />prescrita <p><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><strong><em>(Residua – Poem 50)</em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-11931025566423370422009-10-17T09:23:00.002+02:002009-10-17T09:25:37.504+02:00<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/StWU2vpixfI/AAAAAAAAIyI/ejfMWRHKg1U/s1600-h/x%20golem%204b%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x golem 4b" alt="x golem 4b" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/StWU3lO2iUI/AAAAAAAAIyM/klKmTYBLDvQ/x%20golem%204b_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="451" width="557" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0011237/" target="_blank">Der Golem, wie er in die Welt kam</a></em></strong> <em>(1920)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0091380/" target="_blank">C. Boese</a> </em></strong>&amp; <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0917467/" target="_blank">P. Wegener</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />por qué<br />los intervalos<br />las tutelas<br />sumergidas<br /><br />promesas<br />insensatas<br />de lo eterno<br />en la demolición<br />de las gargantas<br /><br />treguas<br />que acuden<br />para pensarte<br />para tocarte<br />en la península<br />cóncava<br />del más remoto<br />occidente<br /><br />allí<br />donde nadie<br />espera<br /><br />donde<br />los mundos<br />prosiguen<br />en rotación<br />de armonías<br />perpetuamente<br />embrionarias<br /><br />y las aguas<br />se asoman<br />emanan<br />el estrépito<br />de las incógnitas<br />y se extinguen<br />sobre sí mismas <p></p> <p> </p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 46)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-33620100704518843182009-10-10T09:21:00.002+02:002009-10-10T09:22:41.244+02:00<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Ssxj2xQzKMI/AAAAAAAAIwE/tBEc-Z_CbrA/s1600-h/x%20chron%202d1356v%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x chron 2d1356v" alt="x chron 2d1356v" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Ssxj32NW5nI/AAAAAAAAIwI/M4YF1zKx_Hw/x%20chron%202d1356v_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="404" width="557" /></a> </p> <p><em><strong>Cheval (Tigris)</strong> (1898)</em>. <strong><em><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronophotography" target="_blank">Cronofotografía</a></em></strong> de <strong><em><a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/tienne-jules-marey" target="_blank">Etienne-Jules Marey</a></em></strong>. </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />bendice<br />en susurro<br />el placer<br /><br />reliquia<br />clandestina<br />de esta sangre<br /><br />que galopa<br />con el sudor<br />torrencial<br />y vehemente<br /><br />de caballos<br />en fuga <p></p> <p></p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 45)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-83419525692934573972009-10-03T09:34:00.002+02:002009-10-03T09:35:33.506+02:00<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SqfrcK1zI6I/AAAAAAAAIiY/fa7lT59FLWc/s1600-h/x%20regeneration%207b%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x regeneration 7b" alt="x regeneration 7b" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SqfrcyCu_iI/AAAAAAAAIic/5l08nfqh7uo/x%20regeneration%207b_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="420" width="557" /></a> </p> <p><strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0922987/" target="_blank">Maggie Weston</a></em></strong> &gt; <em>Maggie Conway </em></p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0005960/" target="_blank">Regeneration</a></em></strong> <em>(1915)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0909825/" target="_blank">Raoul Walsh</a></em></strong>. </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />en la huida<br />desistirá<br />la profunda<br />permanencia<br /><br />y aquella constancia<br />de evocaciones<br />dividirá<br />el caudal<br />de presentimientos<br /><br />en tantos<br />cuerpos<br />como estrellas<br />segmentadas<br /><br />en la huida<br />volverá<br />irisado<br />invicto<br />el preámbulo<br />extático<br />de la siguiente<br />rotura <p></p> <p></p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Residua – Poem 47)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-10709472485546932152009-09-26T09:22:00.002+02:002009-09-26T09:23:59.573+02:00<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Srz7FH60IcI/AAAAAAAAIqI/Hs9ZcfdFE4Q/s1600-h/x%20l%27etoile%20de%20mer%20man%20ray%201b%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x l'etoile de mer man ray 1b" alt="x l'etoile de mer man ray 1b" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Srz7F_0dyKI/AAAAAAAAIqM/hzLegugPrPo/x%20l%27etoile%20de%20mer%20man%20ray%201b_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="557" height="411" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0146367/" target="_blank">L’étoile de mer</a></em></strong> <em>(1928)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0712915/" target="_blank">Man Ray</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />si has de tallar<br />los mundos<br />en la intimidad<br />del firmamento<br /><br />apaga en incendios<br />la soledad<br />que imaginaria<br />horada los cuerpos <p></p> <p> </p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 44)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-46841560576263148602009-09-19T09:20:00.003+02:002009-09-19T09:24:17.248+02:00<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SrCxbkvnt7I/AAAAAAAAImI/D4pevE9fnJk/s1600-h/x%20luna%20pale%20mizoguchi%205b%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x luna pale mizoguchi 5b" alt="x luna pale mizoguchi 5b" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SrCxcUykKUI/AAAAAAAAImM/57CtMuktiAs/x%20luna%20pale%20mizoguchi%205b_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="421" width="557" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0046478/" target="_blank">Ugetsu monogatari</a></em></strong> <em>(1953)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0003226/" target="_blank">Kenji Mizoguchi</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />así<br />el resplandor<br />estremecido<br />recobra<br />la comprensión<br /><br />en su atalaya<br />mece<br />la simetría<br />del equinoccio<br /><br />y desprende<br />la mortaja<br />de la voz<br />que languidece<br />sin respuesta<strong><em><br /><br /><br />(Residua – Poem 48)<br /><br /><br /></em></strong><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-49502265994744843052009-09-12T09:48:00.008+02:002009-09-12T14:58:34.787+02:00<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Squa2uMKPzI/AAAAAAAAIlI/67Z0DVAEnYM/s1600-h/x%20ascenseur%206b%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x ascenseur 6b" alt="x ascenseur 6b" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Squa3dyoy5I/AAAAAAAAIlM/_NB1GvnlWug/x%20ascenseur%206b_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="419" width="557" /></a> </p> <p><strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0603402/" target="_blank">Jeanne Moreau</a></em></strong> &gt; <em>Florence Carala</em> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0051378/" target="_blank">Ascenseur pour l’èchafaud</a></em></strong> <em>(1958)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001501/" target="_blank">Louis Malle</a></em></strong>. </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />devuélveme <br />el lecho <br />del salitre <br />la elipse numérica <br />de tu caverna cadenciosa <br /><br />no habitará aflicción <br />en las lanzas <br />que se arrojan <br />contra eternidades <br />lívidas <br /><br />la amplitud <br />de los siglos <br />será cascada baldía <br />y exiguo clamor <br />de pupila <p></p> <p></p> <p><strong><em> <br /></em></strong></p> <p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 40)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-86561414842042383262009-09-05T09:25:00.002+02:002009-09-05T09:26:45.203+02:00<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Si63dUVUnTI/AAAAAAAAICk/bgnqR5WhTEE/s1600-h/x%20marienbad%2018b%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x marienbad 18b" alt="x marienbad 18b" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Si63ePZ8f3I/AAAAAAAAICo/ppDoNBOCkEA/x%20marienbad%2018b_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="557" height="225" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0054632/" target="_blank">L’année dernière à Marienbad</a></em></strong> <em>(1961)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0720297/" target="_blank">Alain Resnais</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />estatuas<br />de tibias aguas<br /><br />los cristales<br />rescindidos<br />de tus ojos<br /><br />destinos<br />malogrados<br />de dos gardenias<br /><br />mientras zarpas<br />las islas<br />te rodean<br /><br />silentes<br />de blanco<br />y mármol <p></p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 34)</em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-48977559046760516612009-08-29T09:00:00.006+02:002009-08-31T18:30:26.739+02:00<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SppZkxU5QHI/AAAAAAAAIgA/YRDKz9lZ9HE/s1600-h/x%20silencio%20b%202b%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x silencio b 2b" alt="x silencio b 2b" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SppZl-3Z_eI/AAAAAAAAIgE/BBp535yPS_U/x%20silencio%20b%202b_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="557" height="431" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057611/" target="_blank">Tystnaden</a></em></strong> <em>(1963)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000005/" target="_blank">Ingmar Bergman</a></em></strong>. </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />orfebre<br />de espacios<br />incinerados<br /><br />de girasoles<br />que iluminan<br />los meridianos<br /><br />aún vive<br />el fruto<br />sacudido<br /><br />en la ubicuidad<br />violácea<br />de tus labios <p></p> <p></p> <p><strong><em> <br /></em></strong></p> <p><strong><em>(Residua -Poem 46)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-12769679316634130012009-08-22T09:01:00.004+02:002009-08-25T08:20:31.415+02:00<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SpOCXN9UytI/AAAAAAAAIe8/98nzWJBwzz8/s1600-h/x%20pasi%C3%B3n%20beatrice%20taver%204b78%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x pasión beatrice taver 4b78" alt="x pasión beatrice taver 4b78" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SpOCYH8wRnI/AAAAAAAAIfA/QvueFkiNhRs/x%20pasi%C3%B3n%20beatrice%20taver%204b78_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="290" width="557" /></a> </p> <p><strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000365/" target="_blank">Julie Delpy</a></em></strong> &gt; <em>Bèatrice de Cortemart </em></p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093709/" target="_blank">La passion Bèatrice</a></em></strong> <em>(1987)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0851724/" target="_blank">Bertrand Tavernier</a></em></strong>. </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />tu cuerpo<br />en un instante<br />en dos segundos<br />en tres pasos<br />en cuatro burbujas<br />en cinco planisferios<br />en seis letras<br />en siete profecías<br />en ocho infinitos<br />en nueve olas<br />en diez dedos<br />en once palmeras<br />en doce espejismos <p><strong><em> <br /></em></strong></p> <p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 39)</em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-9067392673680888342009-08-15T09:15:00.004+02:002009-08-16T08:06:11.250+02:00<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SoE5Havj-WI/AAAAAAAAIbs/crPuxG2IXaY/s1600-h/x%20bella%20y%20la%20b%2082kb%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x bella y la b 82kb" alt="x bella y la b 82kb" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SoE5INFy-1I/AAAAAAAAIbw/i_nyPviXH-U/x%20bella%20y%20la%20b%2082kb_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="425" width="557" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0038348/" target="_blank">La Belle et la Bête</a></em></strong> <span style="font-style: italic;">(1946)</span>, de <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0168413/" target="_blank"><em><strong>Jean Cocteau</strong></em></a>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />entre tu piel<br />transparente<br />amaneció<br />el aroma intacto<br />de la ausencia<br />el arte dulce<br />de morir lentamente<br />en los ojos eternos<br />de crepusculares<br />flores <p></p> <p> </p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Residua – Poem 45)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-46630730712129166072009-08-08T09:23:00.002+02:002009-08-08T09:24:57.929+02:00<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SntE2hP-xzI/AAAAAAAAIZw/UCNdpeB-Y7c/s1600-h/x%20novecento%208f%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x novecento 8f" alt="x novecento 8f" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SntE3Tn4pBI/AAAAAAAAIZ0/FNqzyh8LyjI/x%20novecento%208f_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="293" width="557" /></a> </p> <p><strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0761212/" target="_blank">Dominique Sanda</a></em></strong> &gt; <em>Ada Fiastri Paulhan</em> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074084/" target="_blank">Novecento</a></em></strong> <em>(1976)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000934/" target="_blank">Bernardo Bertolucci</a></em></strong>.</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p><br /></p> <p></p><br /><br /><br />se evaporan<br />las muchedumbres<br />en el canto innumerable<br />de las conjeturas<br /><br />valle encendido<br />que acecha<br />cada noche<br />tu obstinado amor<br /><br />espaciando el tiempo<br />en inauditos<br />fragmentos<br />de luminiscencia<br /><br />que más tarde<br />arderán<br />en el lugar ignoto<br />de la penumbra <p></p> <p></p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Residua – Poem 44)</em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-29533148592417808122009-08-01T09:37:00.002+02:002009-08-01T09:39:27.269+02:00<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Sm8aFzbHXgI/AAAAAAAAIWw/_F5NTOZqUpw/s1600-h/x%20espejo%203%20klm%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x espejo 3 klm" alt="x espejo 3 klm" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/Sm8aGta5qRI/AAAAAAAAIW0/iGZRHLIKvUw/x%20espejo%203%20klm_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="418" width="557" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0072443/" target="_blank">Zerkalo</a></em></strong> <em>(1975)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001789/" target="_blank">Andrei Tarkovsky</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />insurgencia<br />de los colores<br />prohibidos<br /><br />reclutamiento<br />del temblor<br />del hierro<br /><br />para forjar<br />la paz<br />y constatar<br />el triángulo<br />metafísico<br />de las lunas<br /><br />para desmentir<br />hasta la redención<br />una infancia<br />amordazada<br /><br />y desde<br />el remoto<br />acercamiento<br /><br />el guante<br />la estrategia<br />el sosiego<br /><br />de las presencias<br />desaparecidas <p></p> <p> </p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 38)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-909990518995488763.post-3232936210193589322009-07-25T09:06:00.002+02:002009-07-25T09:08:53.149+02:00<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SmXsZTA6udI/AAAAAAAAIUE/kKYyqCDVmcU/s1600-h/x%20ordet%201d%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="display: inline;" title="x ordet 1d" alt="x ordet 1d" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_8UYm3lZ2hbQ/SmXsadYkW0I/AAAAAAAAIUI/sM0-1gMq8aw/x%20ordet%201d_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="424" width="557" /></a> </p> <p>Fotograma de la película <em><strong><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0048452/" target="_blank">Ordet</a> </strong>(1955)</em>, de <strong><em><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0003433/" target="_blank">Carl Theodor Dreyer</a></em></strong>. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />jardín<br />de las fiebres<br /><br />la hora<br />de los jazmines<br />que exhalan<br />sus penúltimas<br />perlas<br /><br />en los cauces<br />del alma<br />un torrente<br />enmudece<br /><br />y su agua<br />brota<br />en el humo<br />de las plantas<br />concluidas <p></p> <p> </p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p><p><strong><em>(Inferius – Poem 37)<br /></em></strong></p><p><br /><strong><em></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></p>Camille Steinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04452943545032250209noreply@blogger.com